February 28, 2009 01:28:21pm
Re: Dead Dreams
I’d love to tell somebody about this dream
dream begins - The Grateful Dead are backstage with several guests including me.
I slowly realize this is too good to be true, and although I don’t know it’s only a dream, I feel it might end at any second if I drift or don’t pay attention.
I’m flexing my powers of observation better than usual (for a dream).
I begin to focus on details, such as Garcia’s beard... I soon decide it must be 1969.
It’s showtime. and the band heads toward the stage. A friend pours each of them a small nyquil-size plastic cup of red kool-aid.
Sitting at his keyboard on the other side of the thin white sheet curtain, I only see his hands and boots, and I know it’s Pigpen. The friend hands Pigpen a cup of kool, which surprises me - though I don’t see him actually down it.
Garcia starts playing, what I don’t know, on his red electric axe. It sounds distorted, in a good way, when he hits the high note ending the phrase.
I’m sitting crosslegged on the stage behind the band, with about 10 other guests, all about 20 or slightly younger. I look out into the audience, trying to concentrate so I won’t lose the moment.
I see a few girls, earth mamas and family sitting and watching the show. Some are standing. It’s not packed by a long shot, but the vibe is good.
It’s a small venue with hardwood floors, no chairs.
On the right of the stage I see the outside street, people are walking by. It’s a bright sunny day out there.
Inside it’s semi-lit, no light show and everything is visible. Even though nothing is real - as real is.
Next song begins, and it’s acoustic.
Not one I’m familiar with either.
Garcia is boogying all around the stage, animated and into the music.
He comes over to where we’re sittin’, and gestures with one hand, get up and dance. He directs the gesture again, more emphatically, directly at me, almost insisting I get up and dance.
I do exactly that, turning to the gal who’d been sitting next to me, and we hold both hands and swing around and round on the same spot.
We look into each other’s eyes.
The song ends, and Garcia, apparently happy that we all danced, pinches me on my side - a ginch to grow an inch. Never stopping or standing still, Jerry goes right walking, breaking into the 3rd number, electric again.
I notice the design on the back of Garcia’s guitar as he sways and plays out on the edge of center stage.
His axe is painted with the front cover of the Live Dead album (1969), the famous lady in red.
The anticipation that he’s going to lead the band into the DS/SS/11 suite is too much to remain calm, and the dream
ends as suddenly as it began.
A great dream, vivid details... the Garcia bonding... what made this dream possible?
On a weekend visit with my Mom, Influenced by her direct communication - she is a good listener, non-verbose, by nature honest and tactful in her Q &A. Well-ordered uncluttered living space, her daschund a happy pet free to run and play within reason, all in all, it feels like home.
Mom’s a great host, basic needs are shared without any friction. Time never drags.
Dream time: pre-dawn, Friday night/early Saturday//Feb. 20 >21
sleeping on Mom’s comfy (but not too comfy) couch -hideaway bed (no bar pain, good mattress) 1 clean comforter only for cover, so while not as warm as I prefer, it’s ok, never chilly.
No electronics on while sleeping at Mom’s.
Lights out at 12:00AM, up at 8:00 AM for coffee and light breakfast (bagel, yogurt, juice).
2 night, 3 day visit.
No Grateful Dead music brought along for this trip. No Dead anything during this visit.
Last Grateful Dead forum post prior to dream: Feb. 16.
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